Survival Horror!!!!

[knowswheregodis.livejournal.com]

[Deathmatches? Whatever, who cares. You know what really matters? Video Games. In fact, Ray and Chris care very much about this video game. It's Resident Evil 3 if you must know. They're sitting on a couch with a table between them and the TV. Said table already has a few beers finished or half-finished along with bags of crisps and various snack foods.

Ray is the one with the controller but they're both very into the game at the moment. Should you disturb them? Well, take a listen and see!]

[Chris has a hand on Ray's shoulder for moral support.] Uh, no, no, Ray, you gotta get behind the desk! 'Cos it can't fire through it. Ray!

I'm behind the bloody desk! Look! Desk! I'm runnin' into the damn thing! [totally running into the desk for emphasis!!!]

Maybe you need to run into it more? Oh, shit, he's gonna fire! You gotta run!

I can't run if you're yellin' at me! [attempt at dodging the rocket!!! attempt successful!!!] Shit, I don't think me bullets're goin' over the desk or sommat.

[Making vague and wild hand gestures.] Try the grenades! The launcher thing. It'll launch'em like...over it.

We already used those on the stairs, div! Okay, I think... maybe if when he's shootin', I go 'round the desk, shoot him, then go back behind it.

Yeah, yeah, do that, just careful 'cos he's a fast bastard.

[Who cares if they're fighting Nemesis? Bug them anyway! There's tons of beer and food at least?]

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[gotitwrong]

[Ray is in INTENSE FOCUS MODE AS HE WAITS FOR NEMESIS TO FIRE HIS ROCKETS ONCE AGAIN. Bullshit if he's wasting anymore bullets, he had to make all those and half the time Chris said to put x and x together and he got a bunch of junk he didn't even want!]

I know what I'm doin', Chris.

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[Chris pouts and grabs a handful of crisps, munching on them.] You still gotta beat'em, though.

[gotitwrong]

[Unfortunately, Ray gets hit with the rocket and scowls. Time to start again.]

Killed him the first time.

[seriousmarauder]

[Guess who's making a beeline for the food? A large, underfed black dog, that's who. :3]

[madamemoiselle.livejournal.com]

Oh, that is a...video game, right?

[didorothy]

[Having not heard about all that silly death match stuff yet, Sam is much more interested in video games! Because he loves video games.]

You're getting along with the future better than I'd expected.

[It means he's happy, really. In his way.]

[gotitwrong]

[Guess who is blocking said dog from getting to the food with his leg? Why, it's resident bastard Ray Carling! Go get your own food, mutt.]

[gotitwrong]

Aye, luv. Got it from a mate of ours.

[gotitwrong]

[Ray has died to Nemesis again, so he's mashing buttons to skip the stupid FMV, no he doesn't care to see Jill scream about zombies and CGI videos again, go away.

He glances over at Sam.]

Yeah, well, compared to half the shit here, 's normal.

[Come on load already NO HE DIDN'T SAY HE WANTED TO SAVE AGAIN GO AWAY YOU STUPID TYPEWRITER NO NO NO oh damnit it started the dialogue again stupid bloody typewriters.]

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[Chris pouts a bit.]

After a bunch a times.

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[Meanwhile Chris goes OMG DOGGYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY meaning he grins brightly and rips off half his sandwich, holding it out to Sirius.]

Here boy.

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[Chris looks away from the boring junk Ray's doing to grin up at Sam.]

This is so cool, boss. Do you play this? Ray's better at this one.

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They're bloody fun as hell, that's what they are. Blimey, the future gets all the cool stuff.

[gotitwrong]

Yeah, so? Don't mean I can't do it again.

[reload save]

[seriousmarauder]

[Padfoot is not bothered by legs. He is determined to get noms, yes. So he puts his big paws on the table. :D]

[seriousmarauder]

[Padfoot is now ignoring Ray in favour of the newest member of his fan club! He noms that half of Chris' sammich quite happily, wagging his tail. :3]

[didorothy]

I play more first person shooters. [But he is smiling. Seriously. Sam Tyler, smiling! Someone call the news stations. Because Ray and Chris playing RE3 is amazing.]

[gotitwrong]

[Ray gives a disinterested look to Big Annoying Dog, and actively shoves it away with his foot.]

Get outta here.

[Also he's getting in the way of the fight.]

If you're hungry, go to the soddin' kitchen.

[gotitwrong]

Got a few of those.

[Ray has escaped eternal dialogue, and begins absently trying to trigger Nemesis to appear again so he can lure him into desk room.]

Ain't so easy to play 'em pissed, though.

[seriousmarauder]

[The Big Annoying Dog growls a bit, before shifting into a Skinny Annoying Man, and he snatches a bag of crisps.] Didn't anyone teach you not to kick puppies?

[gotitwrong]

[Ray dies in game. He gives Sirius a bored look.]

Weren't kickin', it were shovin' away what looked to be a mangy dog.

[He is not phased by your shapeshifting. Ray has spent almost two years here. He has adapted to weird.]

[seriousmarauder]

[So much for the element of surprise. ;; Pointedly;] Shoving with your foot counts as kicking.

[gotitwrong]

Does not.

[seriousmarauder]

Does too. [Sirius could do this argument all day, Ray :3]

[gotitwrong]

[So can Ray, but he wants to play games, and focuses on loading.]

If I were kickin' you, you'd be sportin' a few broken ribs.